i hope you cope half as well when you catch my scent on your sheets,
because i'm doing just fine now being the one of us who never eats.
i falter around the fracture shards of all that failed to keep,
doing just fine omitting the time between when i wake up and go back to sleep.
it's gotten awful hard for me to try and keep or match your pace,
i try to stumble after you but my feet are stuck firm in place
and i've been trying for so long now it's become more sad than comical -
navigating this human maze but forever tripping over the exact same obstacles.